[ Typically, Geralt enters the waters and that is that. He hasn't much interest in the massages or oils offered for an extra fee. Between his capture, his fight with both a demon and an angel, and a few weeks riding in the desert (not to mention the howler he killed and hauled back to town), he can admit it's been adding up. Or rather, it's Jaskier who admits it for him—pushing him towards the spa with threatening insistence.
So. Here he is. It isn't terrible. He does like an indulgence. It's only that he seldom wants to think it's necessary. Perhaps it inches too close towards what he's always known: that even a Witcher can only bear so many wounds. That one day, he might receive an injury that will result not in his death but in an end to the only life he's ever known.
But that is not today. For now, what bothers Geralt is little more than a faint irritation that runs up the scar that trails from hand to elbow and an ache in one of his shoulders. Jaskier is fussing more than anything. He's decided he'll allow it this once.
He's on his stomach upon a cushioned chaise, a towel wrapped around his waist. Hesitant footsteps catch his attention—and while his attendant leaves to retrieve something or other, he glances over his shoulder. Hm. That looks like a new face. ]
They charge extra to make it hurt. [ He's probably not serious. ]
nocwich.
So. Here he is. It isn't terrible. He does like an indulgence. It's only that he seldom wants to think it's necessary. Perhaps it inches too close towards what he's always known: that even a Witcher can only bear so many wounds. That one day, he might receive an injury that will result not in his death but in an end to the only life he's ever known.
But that is not today. For now, what bothers Geralt is little more than a faint irritation that runs up the scar that trails from hand to elbow and an ache in one of his shoulders. Jaskier is fussing more than anything. He's decided he'll allow it this once.
He's on his stomach upon a cushioned chaise, a towel wrapped around his waist. Hesitant footsteps catch his attention—and while his attendant leaves to retrieve something or other, he glances over his shoulder. Hm. That looks like a new face. ]
They charge extra to make it hurt. [ He's probably not serious. ]